Message-ID: <25298asstr$963706204@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: Chef BoyHardee X-Original-Message-ID: <8kp03m$mi6$1@nnrp1.deja.com> X-Article-Creation-Date: Sat Jul 15 06:25:02 2000 GMT Subject: {ASSM} New: "The Wall 1", 1/4, (M/b, rom, ped, 1st, oral) <*> Date: Sat, 15 Jul 2000 20:10:04 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, newsman This fictional sex story is copyright (c) 2000 by Chef BoyHardee (chefboyhardee@pediatrician.com), ALL rights reserved. You may not read this unless you have legal adult standing in your country or province. The Wall 1 (M/b, ped, rom, oral) Chapter 1 I had just broken up with my long-term live-in girlfriend for the last time, and unlike previous attempts at breaking up, this time I really meant it. It was so over that she had gone to live with her mother a hundred miles away, thank God. I turned to my non-loser friends for comfort, but they were busy with their marriages, girlfriends, etc. I learned the hard way that once you're no longer part of a couple, couples don't want to spend that much time with you, so I was forced to turn to my old loser friends for companionship. My loser friends were some guys who I grew up with, but they never grew up. We used to sit on this one dark wall in the old neighborhood, get drunk and smoke dope. Well, 8 years later they were still hanging out at "The Wall" doing the same thing. There had been a few changes though. After drinking beer and smoking dope for a few hours, the talk invariably turned to getting some coke. That was my cue to head back home. I had seen that nightmare when my girlfriend stopped being clean and sober and went back to coke, and later crack. Bad news. Not that beer and dope don't have their downsides, but there's no comparison with what coke and crack do to people. The other change was that a new family owned the house with The Wall. They had 3 boys aged 12, 14 and 17 who played basketball in the street in front of their house. They had a really nice portable basketball hoop that they put near a street lamp where the road was very wide because it curved and became a different street. I have always been attracted to youth and beauty, male or female. I like girls from about 12 on up, but once in a blue moon, I'll see a boy who I think is really cute. Boys are really pointless though, because there's only a short window of time where they're old enough, but not too old. The 12-year-old son Joshua was kind of cute but not very, although he was at an age where he liked pulling his pants down. He would wear these big long tee shirts, tuck them into his Jr. High gym shorts, and then pull the gym shorts down to where the shirt was barely still tucked in just above his knees. He was just starting puberty and that made him a little cuter than he really was. The other 2 sons were too old and non-cute to give a second look at, but there was another boy who lived down the street around the corner that played basketball with them. His name was Chad, and he was one of those "golden" children. He was about 11 or 12, prepubescent and slim with blonde hair and a healthy looking tan. He always wore long baggy shorts, and it was a privilege to look at his soft smooth legs. I remember him riding up on his bicycle and the late afternoon sun catching the barely perceptible down on his legs and arms. It made him glow like he was blessed by God. He was so beautiful that you just wanted to look at him, or do more. It wasn't just me who found him attractive. I drove up one afternoon and one of the other "Wall" semi- regulars, George, was playing one-on-one basketball with Chad. As I watched, George blocked Chad's approach to the basket. When Chad turned his back so he could try and make a move on either side to get to the basket, George thrust his crotch out so that it was pressed against Chad's butt, then reached around for the ball, but grabbed Chad's balls instead. It was obvious that it wasn't an accident. Chad said, "Hey," with a nervous laugh that was more laugh than nervous, "don't be grabbing my balls." He turned to me, "Did you see that? He's grabbing my balls." George put his hands up in the air with his eyes wide like, "Whoa, I wasn't doing anything," but when he looked over at me, he looked down with shame for a moment before looking up at me sheepishly. I was shocked, but I was wishing that I were George right then. It didn't seem to bother Chad. He took advantage of George's lack of attention to score a basket, and they finished the game with the much taller 5'6'' George winning easily. Despite the fact that my loser friends were starting to get into coke and also speed, I found myself driving over every day after work just in the hope of seeing Chad. For about a week none of my friends were around when I drove over, so I'd sit at the wall in the afternoons ostensibly waiting for them to return, but in reality just staring at Chad. Chad started noticing that I was staring at him even though I would quickly look away when his eyes caught mine. His reaction when he first caught me staring at him, was like, "Wow, he likes me," with a surprised, shy and happy smile on his face. He started looking over at me and smiling all the time. I started smiling back. Then I started having to work really late and I went home every night without stopping by the neighborhood. When I got back to the neighborhood on a Saturday afternoon, the whole gang was sitting on the "other wall". The house that one of my friends lived in with his mother had a low wall next to the sidewalk, right across the street from "The Wall". That was the "other wall". It was fairly well lit at night and my friend's mom was religious, so it was unusual to see the gang there. Apparently while I was gone, the guy that everyone had been partying with got tired of having them over all the time, and the parents of the 3 boys got tired of the beer cans being left in the planter that was housed by "The Wall". The old gang had been doubly banished. They all welcomed me. I always brought enough beer to share and then bought more, so I was always welcome. As soon as I sat down someone handed me a joint. They were all smoking it like it was a cigarette and passing it covertly. I was a little bit nervous about smoking dope in broad daylight because it was a nice suburban neighborhood, but I figured nobody could tell. It was really good pot and since I wasn't a big dope smoker, I got really high after one good hit. I looked up and saw Chad staring at me from the 2- house distance to the basketball "court". When he saw me look at him, he broke out in a big smile and came running over towards me. He stopped running about 10 yards away, and walked over and stood right in front of me. "Hi," he said kind of shyly. The afternoon sun made me see him at first only in silhouette. He was wearing a tank top and of course his long baggy shorts. "Hi," I said. Everybody else was pretty stoned and didn't seem to notice him. His silhouette was outlined by the glow of the sun against his otherwise invisible down. I had missed him, and apparently he had missed me too. His legs were almost touching my knees, and in my marijuana haze, I spread my legs and he stood between them. I started to become aroused, and my heart was beating furiously. The way he was moving, I would say his mannerisms then became girlish, but that would be incorrect. They were not gender-specific, but rather the mannerisms of a young child with a crush. It was incredibly erotic. Moving his head slowly from side to side and his hips likewise, he oozed the sexuality that only those who don't yet understand sex can so freely exhibit. He slid the straps of his tank top off his shoulders and let his top fall half way down his soft smooth belly. At that point I became completely erect. His nipples were at my eye-level and looked purple because of the afternoon sun shining behind him. They looked so soft and enticing that I wanted to suck on them right there. I caught myself and looked around to see if anyone was noticing what was happening. Everyone was still talking amongst themselves and nobody was paying attention to Chad and me. I looked back at Chad and he was pulling his tank top back up. He started running back towards the basketball game, "Glad to see you," he said before he left. "Me too," I said softly. As soon as Chad left, someone turned towards me to ask me a question. It had been like there was a magical spell that kept Chad and me isolated from the rest of the world for that brief moment, so nobody would notice what went on between us. The gang and I got drunker and more stoned. Afternoon turned to night. Chad and the kids from across the street had gone home to eat, come back and played more basketball, then gone home again. The talk amongst the loser gang had turned towards getting some coke or speed, with discussions about which was better. It was about 9 o'clock and I was about to head home when I saw Chad come running, then walking towards us. As he got closer, I saw that he was wearing a long white cotton tee shirt with sandals over white socks on his little feet. The tee shirt came half way down his thighs and it looked like he was wearing a mini- dress. If he was wearing shorts, they were much shorter than the ones he usually wore because they weren't visible. He looked even cuter than usual. Once again he stood right in front of me. "Hi," he said. This time he was noticed. "Hey Chad, what're you doing out this late?" asked one of the gang. "Yeah, you want to party with us?" asked another. "No," replied Chad like he was disgusted with the thought. "Then what're you doing out here?" asked the first guy. "I just wanted to be outside," said Chad. "Hey Chad, you want a beer?" asked another guy. I was shocked and pissed off. "No," replied Chad like before. He looked at me and said, "I better go." He ran across the street, then started walking back towards home. I don't know what got into me, but I called out, "Hey Chad, what are you wearing under that shirt?" Chad stopped and looked over at me. He raised his shirt and stuck his cute little butt out, revealing that he wasn't wearing anything underneath. He shook it quickly, sexily, then dropped his shirt back down and ran towards home. One of the guys whistled. Another said, "Man, that's a nice ass! I'd fuck him." Another guy said, "Hell yeah!" Then he turned to me and said, "I think he likes you. Why don't you fuck him? I would." Everybody laughed. I knew that guy hadn't been laid in awhile so I turned to him and said, "It's been so long since you got laid that you'd fuck ME if I let you." Everybody laughed harder. Then the talk turned back to drugs and I went home. I fell asleep that night thinking about Chad lying next to me. When I woke up the next morning, I jacked off thinking about making out with Chad. It wasn't the first time I had done that, but the image of his cute little ass spurred me on to an incredible orgasm. -- Feedback desired, chefboyhardee@pediatrician.com -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+